Tinkering the final tweaks
Working over night for over 97 weeks
Starved for rejection
Compliments may as well be bullets in my direction
This section is filled with faces telling me
Just keep on keeping on, keep on keeping on
With the devil on your shoulder that is easier said than done.
As for me, I'm too proud
To stand alone in line in this crowd.
As for what we could've been,
There's no applause allowed.
Learn to take a joke,
Or learn to take a punch.
Let's go on a stopping spree
Starting with the way that you talk to me, oh.
Hit me with your knowledge stick,
Just hit me with your knowledge stick,
Just beat me with your knowledge stick.
As for me, I'm too proud
To stand alone in line in this crowd
As for you, you're too proud
To tell me what you're thinking out loud
As for what we could've been,
There's no applause allowed.
And destiny unravels,
And boy, does it ever baffle us.
This raffle stirs up quite a fuss,
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
WIsh I could say that I know,
Oh, oh, oh.
As for me, I'm too proud
To stand alone in line in this crowd
As for you, you're way too proud
To mimic the enthusiasm passing off a damn good crowd
As for what we could've been,
There's no applause allowed.